Monday, May 5, 2014

Priorities

I stared at him.  “You…what?”

“I killed you,” Talamur repeated.  “I completely understand if you now are harboring some kind of animosity toward me, but I think it’s important for you to know that—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I spluttered.  “I was killed by a bunch of guys from school.”  My mind was reeling.  Tithenai had said something once about how Quinn Madsen—one of my murderers—was innocent.  How did that impossible revelation relate to this new information?  I was struggling to put it together and figure it out.  Maybe I was in some kind of shock.

“You need to deal with these demons,” Talamur reminded me.  “I can see them healing already.”

“No!” I shouted.  “No!  We’re going to deal with this first!  How the fuck can you say you killed me?  I’ve never seen you until just a minute ago.”

“I possessed your friends,” he said.  “Now can we get on with this?  If you don’t kill these demons now, they’ll just be able to bring more demons up here to create more destruction.”

I knew he was right, but I was far too angry to admit it.  “Those three assholes beat me to death,” I said much more loudly than was necessary.  “I’m pretty sure they weren’t my friends.”

“Maybe not,” he agreed.  “But they never would have murdered you had I not possessed them.”  He motioned toward our defeated foes again.  “If I try that teleportation trick you did on the first one, it’s likely to backfire on me and I’m not going to take that risk.  You’re the Devil.  You’re stronger.  You need to kill them.”

“Excuse me for not taking advice on making life-and-death decisions from the guy who just admitted to murdering me!” I thundered.

He forced a sharp sigh through his nostrils.  “I can explain all of that later, if you like, but right now there are bigger problems!  Jason, take care of this!”

I felt the anger in my head growing so uncontrollably that I thought it would physically erupt from my skull.  Grunting with frustration, I executed four quick bursts of power, exploding the two demons at my feet before teleporting across the street to destroy the two that were fighting with Jaelin and Fikhos.  As they were showered with bloody fragments of their opponents, I made one last jump.

I arrived behind Talamur, aiming carefully so that my extended arm materialized through his neck.  I withdrew it as violently as possible.  His body collapsed but I caught his disconnected head as it fell. 


“Start talking,” I ordered.

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